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Andy Jukes's avatar

Lovely to have your company at TSMT this morning. I really like your poem. It sits well in this excellent piece of writing. Scent is a tricky subject for me. Parkinson's has robbed me of a reliable sense of smell and of taste. It's not a complete absence. It comes and goes. I was just pulling up some ground elder in our garden and was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of scent - it was beautiful, fresh, lemony, bursting with life. It made me stop pulling the plant up, treating it as an adversary. I felt that it was asking for a little more of my intention than that. Thank you for your post. It's made me ponder the power of scent from some fresh angles.

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Serena's avatar

Thank you Andy, for your constant commitment to hosting the poetry group and for sharing your experience of smell these days. We take our senses and our health for granted so easily until things stop working as they used too. Elder flowers are particularly pungent andykube reminded me it's the time to collect the blossoms to make elderflower cordial and fresh tea. See you in flaming June I hope.

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Serena's avatar

Thank you Andy, for your constant commitment to hosting the poetry group and for sharing your experience of smell these days. We take our senses and our health for granted so easily until things stop working as they used too. Elder flowers are particularly pungent andykube reminded me it's the time to collect the blossoms to make elderflower cordial and fresh tea. See you in flaming June I hope.

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